inhabitants
the world is black like my friend jack
face like a butt with a sideways crack
the world is hell like my friend mel
doin eight to ten in his stinky little cell
the world is white like my friend dwight
always talkin shit until its time for a fight
the world is ill like my friend bill
knocks up a sister then goes in for the kill
the world is brown like that loco clown
chico from the PJ'S always lets you down
the world is sad like my friends dad
beatin up on moms makes him feel real glad
the world is yellow like that little fellow
you know that guy i think he plays the cello
the world is mean like my friend dean
smash your head for a rock then he flees the scene
the world is red most of them are dead
dwight the white came over and shot them in the head
the worlds in despair like my friend claire
painted nails, painted toes, weaves in her hair
does anything to please me she puts me on a shelf
i can't save claire so i pray and save myself
Your poem has an urban beat conveying the despair of its inhabitants where escape from such an environment takes determination through the power of prayer.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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well said!!